However, in all fairness, Li Zenan is not a faint monarch, but he is not a saintly monarch either, but his ambition and eloquence are beyond doubt.

But perhaps, even if the Northern Tang Dynasty perished this time, it actually left hidden dangers as early as the Tianzai years.

He was too anxious, but he forgot that the Emperor Tianzai passed it into his hands, no, the Northern Tang Empire that he snatched from the Emperor Tianzai was not an empire that was powerful and famous dozens of years ago, but an undercurrent.

In such a situation, it is the most appropriate behavior for him to completely govern the Northern Tang Dynasty first, of course, this process may take him half a life, or a lifetime.

Of course, he couldn't wait so long, so when many potential factors still existed, he rashly started a war on all sides, and finally although he gained a great reputation, he was defeated by both sides, and also came to an end when the Southern Wu army was pressing.

This battle completely exhausted the essence and blood of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and all potential hidden dangers broke out under Li Zenan's drastic moves.

The wind and rain are no longer like yesterday.

The sky is full of thunder near Chang'an.

At the end of despair, there is numbness, when everything is unavoidable, all the people of the Northern Tang Dynasty seem to be terribly calm, but it seems that they have lost their souls, so they have become the walking dead.

In the first year of Kaiyuan in the Northern Tang Dynasty, at the beginning of September, the Jin'an army was ten miles away from Chang'an.

The defeated emperor had returned to the city a few days earlier with a rout of less than 5,000 troops, and had not been in court for many days.

When the catastrophe of the destruction of the country is imminent, everyone is thinking about their own future, and no one knows how the wheel of history will roll.

The streets of Chang'an are depressed, there are hardly any people, and the sons and daughters of the various provinces who once galloped on the long streets are trembling and hiding in their mansions, all waiting for the last moment to come.

The flowers that bloom in autumn are no longer as fragrant as those in spring and summer, and perhaps only some of the cold and proud flowers will bloom at this time.

The inside of the dormitory was replaced with Qiu Ju, and it was pale yellow and pale yellow on all sides, which made people feel blocked in their hearts.

Beyond the sea of flowers, the carved windows, and the red door, I saw the vivid golden yellow.

Golden armor, golden sword.

The emperor had been sitting quietly near the threshold of the dormitory for two days.

The chamberlain had persuaded him to take off his armor, but his gaze swept him away, and he left in fear.

He wanted to be quiet, that's all.

He didn't take off his armor and didn't take off the imperial dragon, because he felt that it meant that he gave up the struggle, and he admitted his defeat.

He hadn't died yet, the Northern Tang hadn't really perished yet, and he thought he should be able to do something.

At Wangxian Gate, there are ministers asking to see and waiting every day, including Long and Xu Jingyi.

He knew that those people were scared and wanted to be comforted, and as long as he still appeared with an unbeatable momentum, those people would be better, and he expected that he would be able to maintain their glory and wealth.

But he didn't see anyone.

The imperial dragon was unsheathed, sharp, incomparable, and shimmering with a cold glow, the tip of the sword against the ground, the hilt of the sword tightly held in his hand.

The tip of the sword gradually moved off the ground.

After sitting quietly for two days, he suddenly stood up slowly.

He still looks majestic, majestic, and dominating the world, as if even at such a moment when the country is about to die, he is still the same Li Zenan as before.

He stepped over the threshold and down the stairs with graceful and majestic steps, and came to the pale yellow sea of flowers.

He stood only for a moment before continuing to walk away.

He left his bedchamber as if aimlessly.

Along the way, countless palace people saw him wearing a golden armor and carrying the imperial dragon sword with a gloomy face, and they all fell to their knees like cicadas.

He didn't even look at the men, and walked by with his sword, leaving a cold wind in his wake.

He didn't know how much time had passed or where he had gone, but when he stopped, the scenery around him felt slightly familiar.

Looking up, the three big characters of "Washing the Dust Palace" are so amiable.

He smiled and walked inside.

There were very few people in the Dust Washing Palace, only a few people who cleaned it, perhaps because he didn't want the peace of this place to be broken by someone other than him.

The few people bowed down to him, and with a wave of his hand, those people understood, and they left the Dust Washing Palace.

He walked through the palace courtyard, and the rockery was still there, but there was no fragrance of flowers.

Stepping up the steps, the Zhu Gate is close in front of you.

It's just that he frowned because the Zhu door was open.

This was something he couldn't tolerate, because he never felt that anyone other than him would dare to approach the Dust Washing Palace at will.

So he saw a person looking up at Li Qingluo's portrait.

The person was wearing a bright red dress and mopping the floor, graceful and graceful, just a back, and he also looked like a person in the painting.

……

……

"Why are you here?"

For the first time in two days, he spoke.

"What, aren't you allowed it?" Li Xiyun's red lips opened slightly, her voice was soft, and she made a few turns around the beams.

Li Zenan shook his head.

Li Xiyun lowered her eyes, and then said: "This palace will go out for a while, you talk to the imperial sister, she said that she misses you, and now in this situation, this palace thinks you also have a lot to say to her." ”

This sentence is actually full of horror, but neither of them can understand it.

Li Zenan nodded: "Okay." ”

The Zhu Gate was slowly closed, so only this emperor and the beauty in the painting were left in the palace.

The whole palace was silent, and the beauty in the painting was so moving, she silently watched countless people go back and forth over the years, but most of the time she was alone.

Now, there is no one else.

Li Zenan's expression became soothing, and gradually, as if he was a little aggrieved, as if he was still that weak and helpless child.

He knelt on one knee, looked at Li Qingluo, and poured out sadly:

"Sister Huang, I lost."

From "I" to "I", you can imagine how much power he has unloaded, and he is really tired and painful.

"It's the emperor's brother who is incompetent, and he has not been able to protect the Tang Dynasty, and the Southern Wu people have come to the outside of the city, and the Tang Dynasty ...... It's going to die. ”

"I'm unwilling, Sister Huang, I've worked hard, but why is God always teasing me?"

"Before my father died, he actually wanted to pass on the throne to Xianyue, so I killed Xianyue."

"I have eliminated all obstacles, I have ascended to the throne, and I want to prove that I am the strongest."

"After Xianyue, it's Nanwu, it's Abrupt, I defeated Ashinaqin, that guy is simply vulnerable!"